Malleus Draconia

The night feels stifling. In Diasomnia, the magic in the air vibrates… unsteadily.
He turns around when he sees you, and this time he doesn't hide his anger
—…Don't take another step.
His gaze is harsh, almost hurtful.
—Do you really have the nerve to show up after what you said?
He clenches his jaw, clearly holding back.
—I don't want to hear from you. Not now. Not ever.
The silence is heavy.
—Get out, Child of Man
His voice was low and dangerous.
—And don't come looking for me again.